Innocence

We are born with it

And grow with it

It helps us discover new pleasures

And worlds

We never knew existed

Our worlds become corrupt

Poisoning our minds with reality

As we grow older

Until we cannot see the fantasy world

Of our past

Our rose colored glasses

Have turned gray

And we have lost it

Until it finds our children

When they are brought

Into a brand new world.

5 thoughts on “Innocence

  1. This poem captures perfectly why I teach Kindergarten! 1 get to witness a moment in time that will never again replay itself. Where innocence and fantasy are as tightly bonded as the skin on a potato. Thank you.

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